The eighteenth floor was within sight.
Tang Tang crossed her guns, firing two bullets to clear the path ahead.
"Boom boom..."
Bricks and stones flew chaotically ahead, dust scattering everywhere.
Her figure then surged forward, agile as a cheetah, ferociously unstoppable.
Zhou Ping'an followed closely behind like a shadow, silent as he moved; suddenly, he reached out, grabbed the rushing elder sister's arm, and pulled her behind him.
Just then, although he hadn't seen anything, his senses had picked up a murderous aura pervading the space ahead.
"Swoosh..."
A dark shadow flashed by.
Where Tang Tang had just stood, a thin white mark had sliced through the air.
Immediately followed by a gust of wind, sharp and striking.
Zhou Ping'an, without thinking, raised his hand and fired two shots.
The bullets struck three meters ahead and slightly above.
A spray of blood fell, and he immediately felt a slight vibration above his head.
He grunted.
